Precious Life


She always blamed the crooked fork on the road. Although it could have been a number of other things: a truck had leaked some oil on the edge of the road and it made it slippery. It could have been the pot-hole in the middle of the lane or the rabbit that ran through.

She always remembered the beginning of the day though: she’d been elbow deep into the greasy content of her car; the yellow 1970 corvette was promising to be gorgeous once fully restored. Jonathan had enticed her to leave it be and come for a ride on his 1965 Triumph – a beauty. She always said yes to that. His body language and the way he acted that day were cryptic but she knew him well enough to realize he had big news. So did she… maybe they could exchange.

She always saw in her mind the images of the collision, how everything that led to it happened so fast while by contrast the accident itself seemed to occur in slow motion. She always heard the vitriolic comments of the driver whose car they crashed into, as she desperately called 9-1-1 while Jonathan struggled to remain awake. She always smelled the slightly burned scent of leather of his jacket that the paramedics gave her before they brought her and Jon to the hospital.

She always recalled how when she asked him what the box was, he apologetically said that he was going to propose that day. But he understood that she wouldn’t want to be tied down with a disabled man. She’d slapped him on the shoulder as she was wont to do. And answered yes… three times yes.

She always knew they were lucky. He might have lost the use of his legs and she might have miscarried that day. But looking at their kids playing hide-and-seek in the garden where a yellow corvette stood completely restored, she knew one thing: life was precious and it could be taken away in an eye blink.

©scolpron2016

In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #107
1.Greasy, 2. Entice, 3.Cryptic, 4.Marrowbone, 5. Collision, 6. Lead, 7. Edge, 8. Hole, 9. Kuebiko (n. a state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence, which force you to revise your image of what can happen in this world—mending the fences of your expectations, weeding out all unwelcome and invasive truths, cultivating the perennial good that’s buried under the surface, and propping yourself up like an old scarecrow, who’s bursting at the seams but powerless to do anything but stand there and watch.), 10. Yellow, 11. Crooked, 12. Vitriol (Chemistry: any of certain metallic sulfates of glassy appearance, as copper sulfate or blue vitriol, iron sulfate or green vitriol, zinc sulfate orwhite vitriol, etc. contempt, sarcasm, venom, hatefulness, criticism)

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. I got goosebumps there at the end, I am so happy how it all turned out I was really worried for them in the start

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    1. MyLovingWife says:

      I didn’t really expect it to finish on such a “positive note” but I’ve learned to let the characters lead the way sometimes 😉.

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